I couldn't sleep last night.
Something about the sound
Of the trains kept me up
Thinking of you.
That night you stood next to the tracks
As one flew past
You said "*** you oughta try this"
"It's like no other rush"
I said "Baby don't get too close"
You said "Baby, I can't get close enough."
Go back about three months
I picked you up from the hospital
Another visit with your mother.
But you don't want to talk about it.
We get stuck at the same tracks
And the train picks up.
You say, "God ****** this is *******"
"This always happens, It's just our luck."
I say "Baby, it's moving pretty fast."
You say "It can't move fast enough."
Rewind a week or so
We were laying under the stars
And amidst our Deep conversation
Another Train rolled by.
I held you you close as it scaled the tracks
In that monotonous drone
You say "I hate this town."
"It's like a black hole- that *****."
I say "We can move far away"
You say "We can't move far enough."
I squeezed your hand
To reassure you that we can.
You just smiled and shook your head.
Like I had just told you gravity didn't exist.
That day, Stuck behind those tracks
I realized that you were right
That night, under the stars
You said "No matter where you go"
"There will be tracks that lead back home"
I said "So, Tracks alone aren't going to remind us."
You said "Baby, the sound of the Trains will be enough."
I couldn't sleep last night.
It's been seventeen years-
And thirteen states-
But those trains always seem to find me.
I said "baby, don't get too close"
You said "Baby i can't get close enough."
But this time,
You were wrong.
Copyright © 2010 J.M. Romig. All rights reserved.- From Destination: Detour - The Mini Chapbook